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Oh, Blog. I must be getting back on track with you. The picture is from Hannah. The rain has returned here and I'm kind of nesting which means I'm SEWING more than cleaning, but cleaning a little bit too... you know how it is. You don't think there are any fly poops on the windowsills until you start to look for them. I get so stoked for Christmas from right about now until the first week of December. Then I get much less excited. I should really do something about that, but it's a hard pattern to break and I think my family has come to expect my slightly cynical and general moodiness around the end of the year. I wouldn't want to disappoint them completely. Hah!

Mariko tipped me off to this site recently and I have been digging through the archives like a crazy person. It's a collective blog written in French (which I'm having an easier time reading than the actual web translation. I hate being mono-lingual) by fans of Japanese sewing books. If you've ever wondered how Japanese Craft book patterns translate on real people, this is such a good resource. If you're lucky enough to have a Kinokuniya bookstore nearby, this will probably not help the whole "look but don't buy" thing. There are some seriously good sewers that post over here, and most of the clothing that is being made is also being modeled so you know they aren't messing around. The left column is full of books, and the posts usually reference the original picture too, so it's very helpful. Crazy FOR THIS.

Sam is eating oatmeal for dinner. I just had a mini coffee crisp bar and am making tea-- that should do it for the night. I am missing our friends. There have been people moving away from us this year (well, not from us exactly, but away) and when we left the Midwest seven years ago we were the ones leaving and after all this time I still miss being there with everyone (even though a lot of them have left too). And then of course there are the friends that live far that have always lived far and that is how it's going to stay... Anyway. On top of the fact that Portland is a great town, I'm an ever lovin' fool for the friends we've made here, too, and I feel lucky lucky and really happy about that at the end of this sort of crappy day.

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Oh, Blog. I must be getting back on track with you. The picture is from Hannah. The rain has returned here and I'm kind of nesting which means I'm SEWING more than cleaning, but cleaning a little bit too... you know how it is. You don't think there are any fly poops on the windowsills until you start to look for them. I get so stoked for Christmas from right about now until the first week of December. Then I get much less excited. I should really do something about that, but it's a hard pattern to break and I think my family has come to expect my slightly cynical and general moodiness around the end of the year. I wouldn't want to disappoint them completely. Hah!

Mariko tipped me off to this site recently and I have been digging through the archives like a crazy person. It's a collective blog written in French (which I'm having an easier time reading than the actual web translation. I hate being mono-lingual) by fans of Japanese sewing books. If you've ever wondered how Japanese Craft book patterns translate on real people, this is such a good resource. If you're lucky enough to have a Kinokuniya bookstore nearby, this will probably not help the whole "look but don't buy" thing. There are some seriously good sewers that post over here, and most of the clothing that is being made is also being modeled so you know they aren't messing around. The left column is full of books, and the posts usually reference the original picture too, so it's very helpful. Crazy FOR THIS.

Sam is eating oatmeal for dinner. I just had a mini coffee crisp bar and am making tea-- that should do it for the night. I am missing our friends. There have been people moving away from us this year (well, not from us exactly, but away) and when we left the Midwest seven years ago we were the ones leaving and after all this time I still miss being there with everyone (even though a lot of them have left too). And then of course there are the friends that live far that have always lived far and that is how it's going to stay... Anyway. On top of the fact that Portland is a great town, I'm an ever lovin' fool for the friends we've made here, too, and I feel lucky lucky and really happy about that at the end of this sort of crappy day.